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Sunday, June 21, 2009

And the rain turned red

We have been waking to daily rain on the east coast of America for what seems like the entire spring season. It’s been beyond obnoxious and inconvenient! Talking about rain, looking at it rain, driving in the rain, walking the dog in the rain…it has taken over my mind and spread negative energy throughout daily life. And as usual, I decide to analyze all this rain and what it means to us. And there it is, right in front of my face…its raining over the social networking web sites too. Streams and gobs of video and raw, bone-chilling red rain…pouring from the bodies of our fellow men and women in Iran. There is chaos in the streets because the people believe there has been ballot fraud. Mahmoud Ahmadinejad was declared the winner of the elections. But the people don’t believe it was a fair election. Khomenei declared Ahmadinejad a “divine assessment,” and his election is “divinely sanctioned.” The Iranian people say NO to this declaration. And they are saying no by opening the skies and calling on the red rain to speak for them. Moussavi leads the way telling the people they have a duty to keep the hope alive, and he is “ready for martyrdom” and “continue the protest.” This needs to be heard by the world. I hear it, and I remember American history and how our forefathers fought for our freedom. Dorothy Thompson said, “When liberty is taken away by force, it can be restored by force.” And Clarence Darrow said, “You can only protect your liberties in this world by protecting the other man’s freedom. You can only be free if I am free.” And so I embrace the rain. I respect and support what the rain represents. And although the rain falling in America is crystal clear now, it once was red. It once was as bright red as the rain falling in Iran now. We must support the fight of our fellow freedom-seekers. Twitter was beyond crowded by the video of Neda, a young Iranian woman who died a bloody death in the street. She was a young woman who showed all of us the power of the red rain. As video streamed across twitter, we all watched as the blood came from her head and body, watched people trying to save her body, but what they were trying to save was their freedom. And her blood is our freedom. And it covered the streets, just like the rain. And now I walk in the rain without an umbrella. Because I am free. I hope that the Iranian people will soon walk in the rain without an umbrella. Ferdowsi said, “And the blood of brave men and women was shed like unto the shedding of rain from a black cloud.” The world is watching it rain. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow said, “The best thing one can do when its raining is to let it rain.”